A Gothic Stroll (Version 1)

Avatar Author: Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA) I am the Guardian of the Ink Wells and Head Flight Attendant of Our Strange and Wonderful House. Read Bio

Walking down the broken and cracked road, I couldn’t help but shiver at the biting cold wind blowing against me.

The night was a moonless one, with not a single streetlight to be found. The old, sagging buildings pressing against the street seemed to protest my presence, ever looming over me. I had the overwhelming feeling of not being welcomed as I struggled down the road like a blind man on a journey to nowhere.

Then I heard the rustling of fabric, like someone running with a robe that’s too big.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Last line has a little grammer boo-boo, but the overall piece does a nice job of establishing a mood that the final line sets into motion with some story potential.

  2. Avatar JonB

    Certainly atmospheric, especially those sagging, looming buildings that feel as though they’re about to fall on and suffocate our protagonist…